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You clutched your third bottle of beer in your hands, your knuckles turning a ghastly white as your gripping turned into strangling, and your cheeks burned from a mixture of drunkenness and rage. After sending a hate-filled glare to the glass bottle, you grunted and swung the beer to your lips, taking a large swig of the yeasty alcohol. The drink burned as it coursed down your throat, but you hoped, desperately hoped, that you would suffer from some memory-wiping hangover by morning. Until then, the godawful flashbacks plagued your drunken mind, reminding you of the absolute worst sex you ever had. The bartender says you’ve had enough to drink, but fuck ‘er— she wasn’t the one who went through this ordeal.
So, you propped your wobbly ass up onto the counter and, without her input or consent, began to tell her and the rest of the bar all about your hellish sexual experience.
A week ago, you came across a group of sextuplets on Swipe, and you browsed their profile. None of them seemed too unattractive, though you’d admittedly fucked better-looking men before. Regardless, you swiped right, though you found it a little creepy that they responded to you just seconds after you noted your interest in them. You talked with the six of them over text, and they used single letters to identify who spoke, but…
They clearly weren’t used to human interaction.
“O” talked about nothing but sex, which wouldn’t normally bother you if the man in question pulled out some clever pick-up lines or offered to take you to dinner first, but he straight-up asked to put his dick into you and for you to deepthroat him and ugh. Then he sent a goddamn eggplant and asked if it made you horny for him.
“K”, while a little sweet and gentlemanly, droned on and on with some shitty romantic speak that took up at least three full pages worth of messages on your phone. He’s sent four by this point, and—he’s still typing? Good lord, make it stop!
“C”, although seeming mature, was just…awkward and jittery. He would send a million typos and then would send a million messages correcting those typos, before sending another million just to apologize to you for the behavior of his older brothers. God, his nervousness was agonizingly annoying.
“I” asked if you liked cats, and given O’s demeanor, you were wary if this would turn into a pun about him wanting to “pet your pussy” or to “make your pussy purr” or some stupid shit like that. Instead, he wanted to talk about actual cats, but you drew the line once he talked about roleplaying as a cat.
“J” talked your ear off about baseball, and then mentioned that he was a dolphin once. OK then.
“T” seemed the most normal of them all as he sent you cute pick-up lines and a few emojis here and there, and asked if you just wanted to have a good time with only him instead. You were about to oblige his request, before a message from “O” read:
“we’ll give you money for it. 5500 yen each?”
…5500 yen, per brother? Meaning about 33,000 yen, this was not an opportunity you could pass up. With that money, you could buy a few games or take yourself out to eat or pay a third of this month’s rent. Even if this whole group of brothers seemed like absolute creeps, you were sure you could endure whatever the hell antics you would go undergo with them.
With your mind made up, you agreed to meet them in their home on Saturday, and once the day arrived, you set off on your journey to their abode.
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…OK, these men are well in their 20s, and they live with their parents? What kind of shit is that?
You learned this fact once you stepped into the doorway and the red asshole immediately demanded that you have sex at that moment since their parents were away. The green geek pushed his brother to the side, though after his eyes lingered on your face for a good few moments, he flushed heavily and nervously explained their situation. He constantly insisted they were just “job-searching” instead, but your nose wrinkled from the sheer amount of bullshit spewing from his mouth.
Whatever, let’s just get this over with.
You held out a hand and asked for your payment, before noting you weren’t doing shit unless they gave you the funds. The brothers glared to the red asshole, and the two of you spent a good five minutes bickering since he didn’t think you’d keep your word if the brothers paid you before you screwed them.
Not to mention, the jackass apparently didn’t have any goddamn money in the first place and just wanted to con you into having sex with him.
Huffing angrily, you turned on your heel to leave, before the green geek and the pink dude waved two large wads of yen in your face, both appearing incredibly desperate (though pink dude tried to hide it behind his meow face and a playful wink). With a smirk, you snatched the wad and stuffed it in your coat pocket, before you re-entered the home again. You placed the brothers in order from most desirable to least—pink dude, blue casanova, green geek, yellow weirdo, violet creep, and red asshole…who whined about not getting to go first, and said you didn’t know what you were missing out on.
…Him aside, let’s get this show on the road.